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EP. 44 # 5. (Rich Family Bitch, Park Ji-young) - Livestock Modification Hospital (1)

I am a lucky bitch.

There was nothing special about me.

I was born as the daughter of a middle-class father.

I wasn't from a lower or upper class, and I wasn't a genius either.

So, it naturally became my dream to become a bitch for a good family.

"Ah, you won't have to suffer, anyway."

My father would sometimes say that when he looked at me.

I didn't understand it when I was young, but now I fully understand.

From a young age, everyone would glance at me when I went out.

As I grew older and started wearing more revealing clothes, people began to stare at me openly.

I had a small head, tall height, large breasts, and large buttocks.

My waist was curvy, and my legs were well-toned.

I had all the qualities needed to find a good husband and a good master.

This world is a male-dominated society.

Of course, women have opportunities, but they need to be smart.

A woman like me, who is ordinary, ultimately needs to be chosen by a man.

My fate is decided by that choice.

My mother was abused by my father.

He was short and ugly, always suffering from an inferiority complex.

"You beast! Are you secretly looking down on me?!"

"No, I didn't! Please forgive me just once!"

My father would lock my mother in a torture room in the basement and abuse her.

"I only had one child because you looked down on me! Do you know how much of a loss that is?!"

"No, it's not! My uterus was damaged...!"

"Shut up! Did you do it on purpose because you didn't want to have a son?!"

"No! That's not true at all!"

My father only had me as his child.

It was because my mother's uterus had problems when she gave birth to me.

"You shouldn't have married someone like you! Damn it!"

She didn't want to become livestock, so she delayed marriage until she finally managed to have an arranged marriage with my father.

If she hadn't married, she would have been sent to a human production factory, which is hell.

I didn't want to live a life like my mother's.

So, I decided to quickly find a good husband.

I attended a co-ed school.

In high school, I fell in love with a boy.

He was the student council president, a tall and handsome son of a rich family, one year older than me.

The problem was that he already had a girlfriend.

She was beautiful, and I couldn't fit into their relationship.

But I couldn't give up.

I joined the student council.

I thought that if I could get his attention, there might be a chance.

However, their relationship was solid, and I felt hopeless.

There was no way for me to become his girlfriend through normal means.

I tried various things and made sure that he and his girlfriend felt comfortable around me.

"Is that Ji-young? You and Seol-ah are like sisters."

He would say things like that, so I knew I had to keep trying.

"I'm flattered that you think I'm similar to Seol-ah, but she's much better than me."

I smiled and accepted the compliment, but inside, I was burning with jealousy.

In the end, I crossed a forbidden line.

On my birthday, I asked a broker to sell my sister to a human trafficking group.

It was a good deal for the broker.

My sister was from a baby factory and wasn't a genius.

The fewer relatives looking for her, the better.

I refused the broker's offer of money and instead asked them to create a video.

I wanted a video where my sister would confess that she voluntarily entered a brothel because she was addicted to sex.

The deal was successful.

I took my sister to a secluded place and let the traffickers kidnap her.

"Ji-young, save me! Please...!!"

"I'm sorry, sister. I really wanted to have you, brother."

"Stop it! Please...!! Ji-young...!!"

My sister disappeared.

She was a thorn in my side.

My brother was frantic about her disappearance.

He searched everywhere, and I pretended to help him.

Then, the video I requested arrived on his phone.

"Brother, are you watching? I...I'm actually tired of your small penis...but there are so many big clients here...so forget about me...hehehe...hehehe...hehehe..."

In the video, my sister was covered in semen, laughing and tearing my brother's heart apart.

She must have been under prolonged torture and drug addiction.

My brother watched the video, saying nothing but crying.

"Brother...sister...why...?"

I hugged him.

That's how I won him over.

In my first year of university, I married my brother.

He tried to fill the void left by my sister with me.

My plan was incredibly successful.

I became my brother's livestock.

He was an angel.

Outside the house, I had to walk on all fours, but inside, he respected my rights.

However, there was always a part of his heart that belonged to my sister.

I did my best to erase her from his mind.

I learned to cook for him.

I kept the house clean.

I did my best in sex.

I prepared my bitch outfit every day with care.

He was pleased.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase my sister from his heart.

However, he never showed it.

He loved me with all his heart.

"I guess this is enough."

With his love, I erased my sister from his mind.

It was comforting to erase her.

The worst thing I did in my life was selling my sister to human traffickers.

I had children.

My brother didn't want a daughter.

He was a kind father who felt sorry even for his child becoming livestock.

So, I did my best to have a son.

I went to a fortune-telling shop and did rituals at a temple, spending a lot of money and doing a 100-day prayer.

Maybe my wish was granted?

I became pregnant with twin boys.

I had to have two children in my lifetime.

My mother couldn't do that, and she was abused by my father.

But I fulfilled my duty.

It was also my brother's duty, but I felt it was mine too.

My brother promised that our children would treat me as a mother, not a bitch.

And he kept that promise.

He taught them to call me "mother," not "bitch."

And thankfully, my children treated me as their mother.

Everything ended well.

Now, I just need to end my later years well.

With my loving brother and my cute sons.

All I need to do is live a happy life.

One day, my brother said, "Let's go to the hospital."

"What's wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I wasn't sick.

"Brother, is something wrong with you?"

"No...lately, you seem a bit less beautiful. I want to make you more beautiful."

"Ah..."

My brother was talking about a livestock modification hospital.

I was over 40 years old.

My once firm body had lost its elasticity, and my face was starting to wrinkle.

I wanted to have cosmetic surgery, but as a bitch, I couldn't take the initiative.

But my brother knew my heart and decided to get me the surgery.

I hugged him.

"Thank you, brother. You're thinking of me, even though I'm just a bitch."

He replied lightly, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I've taken the day off tomorrow, so let's go. I've made a reservation at the hospital."

"Yes, brother!"

I answered firmly and went back to my room.

There was a strange feeling somewhere, but it was a rare outing.

I started choosing a bold bitch outfit so that no one would look at me and make my brother feel inferior.

The place my brother took me was a grand modification hospital in the city center.

It seemed like they were performing surgeries like a factory.

"Let's put on the leash."

"Yes, brother."

I took off my bitch outfit and stood on all fours.

My brother put a leash on my neck.

It had been a while since I was treated like livestock by my brother, and it was somewhat stimulating.

Our sex life had become a bit dull lately, but this feeling was enough to make my vagina wet.

"Did you make a reservation?"

"Yes, under the name Coco."

Coco is my livestock name, but my brother never called me that.

As I walked, my vagina became wetter, and soon, I was dripping with juices.

Men passing by glanced at my vagina.

"I think we're the most harmonious couple at this age."

That's what I thought.

"Please wait in front of room 32 on the sixth floor."

We went up to the sixth floor.

The sound from the operating room was terrifying.

This was a livestock modification hospital.

It could be used for cosmetic purposes or for surgeries that cater to the owner's perverse desires.

The most horrific modification I knew of was the one where they cut off all limbs to create a sex doll.

It seemed like the livestock on the operating table in front of me was undergoing a similar surgery.

Why did I feel this way?

There was a strange feeling.

"Brother...I'm scared."

"Don't worry. It's just cosmetic surgery. What's there to be afraid of?"

My brother reassured me with a smile.

But why did I feel this way?

His smile seemed to have a hint of frost.

Ding.

The operating room door closed.

A bitch who had finished her surgery came out, covered in a bloody sheet.

She was asleep.

When she woke up from the anesthesia, she would be in despair.

I felt lucky that I wasn't treated like that.

"It's your turn, Coco. Please enter the operating room."

It was my turn.

I needed to finish the surgery quickly and become a more beautiful version of myself to satisfy my brother.

"Yes!"

"I'll wait here."

"Yes, master!"

I walked into the operating room with a light step, despite a strange aftertaste.